A few weeks ago Johnny got up and headed to work. Our littlest punkin, Ella, climbed in bed with me after Daddy left. I’m usually not a fan of sharing the bed with a tiny one, but she sweetly snuggled up under my chin and I exhaled and drifted back into slumber – smiling.
A few moments later I awoke to her sweet little voice whispering my name. I just knew she was going to tell me that she loves me, as she does often.
Me: Yes, Ella? What is it, sweetheart?
Ella: I HAVE TO POOP.
*sigh* My life is glamorous.